Misunderstood is the love in my heat.
We had something going, yet we were pulled apart.
Misunderstood is the pain I feel, knowing I have to let go.
What happens in the end, we already know.
She will get you, and I will be left to clean up the mess.
Misunderstood is the words that I say, the hurt, the stress.
Misunderstood when I tll you I love you, but you never seem to reply.
Misunderstood are the tears that I cry.
Misunderstood when you grab my hand, and I know, I will never feel like this again.
Misunderstood when you kiss my cheek, or when you touch me gently, and make my knees go weak.
Misunderstood because I already know this isn't right.
Misunderstood, and I will dream of you tonight.
(1.13.10)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem